Maxioms by Heinrich Heine
As the moon's fair image quaketh
In the raging waves of ocean,
Whilst she, in the vault read more
As the moon's fair image quaketh
In the raging waves of ocean,
Whilst she, in the vault of heaven,
Moves with silent peaceful motion.
God will pardon me. It is his trade.
God will pardon me. It is his trade.
Sleep is good, death is better; but of course, the best thing would to have never been born at all
Sleep is good, death is better; but of course, the best thing would to have never been born at all
Like a wedding-song all-melting
Sings the nightingale, the dear one.
Like a wedding-song all-melting
Sings the nightingale, the dear one.
If the Romans had been obliged to learn Latin, they would never have found time to conquer the world.
If the Romans had been obliged to learn Latin, they would never have found time to conquer the world.
